Choices

by Mia Malone

  “Or what you like,” he stated, and it wasn’t a question.

  “That too,” I mumbled.

  “So, you need someone safe to try things out with. Because, Nina, it’s not about what men like. If you figure out what you like, then he’ll absolutely like it too,” he said calmly.

  That made a highly comforting sense.

  “Probably,” I hedged, and felt my lips twitch when a smile made the lines around his eyes deepen.

  “So...” he drawled and raised both his hands to point at himself, wiggling his brows a little. “I could help with that.”

  Heat washed through me, I tilted my head slightly to the side and was about to agree when it hit me.

  Was he offering to be my... Guinea pig?

  I could totally go for that.

  “You’re willing to sacrifice yourself on the altar of a confused spinster?” I asked and watched humor light up his eyes.

  “You’re not a spinster, and it won’t be much of a sacrifice,” he countered and leaned in. “Pretty sure I’ll enjoy myself, babe.” His mouth was so close I felt the warmth of his breaths, and then he slowly put a hand on my cheek. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

  I opened my mouth to share that I’d like that, but his lips were on mine before I got a word out, and our tongues touched. Another flash of warmth went through me like a quiver, straight through my belly and down between my legs.

  The kiss deepened, and he moved closer, pushing me into the couch until I was on my back with him on top. He had one leg between mine, and the way his thigh pressed against my pussy made me want to rip his clothes off and ask him to take me immediately.

  “Matthias,” I breathed out when he raised his head.

  He was leaning on his elbows and looked down on me with a grin.

  “Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “So? Are you going to take me up on my offer to help?”

  “Totally,” I heard myself say and fought back a blush.

  “Okay,” he murmured. “It’ll be good. We’ll start tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow?” I echoed, not seeing any need at all to wait.

  “Yeah,” he confirmed, but added with a crooked grin, “Might kiss you some more tonight, though.”

  “Sure,” I said, trying for flippant but only achieving breathy, although he didn’t seem to mind because he leaned down and kissed me again.

  Chapter Nine

  Middle-aged horizontal

  Matthias

  Nina had looked so adorably confused and a little embarrassed when she admitted that she was nervous about having sex, and he wasn’t sure how he’d achieved it, but now he was going to be her... He didn’t know what to call it and also didn’t care.

  It hadn’t been a lie when he shared that it had been a long time since he had sex, but he wasn’t planning to admit that he wasn’t quite sure what he liked either. Before meeting his wife, he’d had a lot of fun with the girls he dated. In the more than twenty years he’d been married, what started out as hot had morphed into what he assumed was a pretty normal sex life, which meant mostly him on top and not very often because of the twins and his job and a thousand other reasons.

  Jackie was also a light sleeper, and he snored, so she’d moved into one of the spare bedrooms years before they split up. He should have known their marriage was doomed then because when thinking about it, he realized he’d mostly felt relief.

  And now he’d get to do whatever Nina wanted to try out, which since he’d been horny like a teenager for weeks was very okay with him.

  When he was back in his own room and had a hand on his crotch, he started wondering what things they’d do. It was about what she wanted, so he would let her take the lead.

  Or yeah, mostly, anyway.

  He’d sneak in a few things of his own.

  Disappointment had been written all over her face when he told her they’d wait until the next day, and he’d felt like tearing off her jeans and tee, but it was better like this. Anticipating what was to come would make the next day interesting, to say the least, but he looked forward to building it gradually for both of them.

  Slowly he pulled his briefs down a little and pulled out his cock, wondering how it would feel to have her mouth around it. How she’d sound when he slid inside. He moved his hand faster but eased off when it built too quickly, wanting to hold himself on edge for a while.

  When it hit him, it was Nina he thought about, on her knees looking up at him with her big, green eyes. He bucked his hips one last time and groaned loudly, and then he sank back into the pillows with a grin.

  There would be pleasure the next day, for sure, but he realized that there was more to it than that. Over the years, he’d become a little too staid and boring, he thought. He hadn’t been like that always, and as a flash of energy passed through him, he laughed softly.

  Finding out what Nina liked would be exciting and sexy, but even more than that?

  It would also be fun.

  ***

  By the time they met their friends for a long lunch, Matthias had started to wonder if his idea to build things slowly had perhaps been the most stupid shit he’d come up with in his whole goddamned life. That evening when he watched Nina laugh at the other end of the bar, he was sure of it.

  The way she tilted her head a little to the side and looked so happy when Len laughed with her shot through him in a way he hadn’t expected.

  “You really should get to it.”

  He turned to find Layla standing next to him with an amused smile on her face.

  “What?” he asked, wondering if Nina had said anything to her friend about what was going on.

  She might have.

  “Just saying. Stop adjusting your crotch and get to it.”

  Layla’s eyes were full of laughter, and he grinned at her.

  “Okay,” he said and walked over to Nina.

  She turned, still laughing at something Len had said.

  “Matthias,” she said and raised a brow.

  His dick twitched painfully like it always did when she drawled his name out that way. He stepped in close and put his mouth by her ear.

  “Are you ready to start playing, babe?”

  She got up on her toes, and he had to put a hand on her waist to steady her.

  “Matthias,” she breathed into his ear. “I think it’s more a question if you’re ready for that blowjob?”

  She leaned back a little, and he couldn’t hold back a short laugh.

  “Yeah, babe. I really am,” he said. The look in her eyes made the bar and the people around them fade away into a blur, and he heard Len say something but ignored it. “Let’s go,” he added, took her hand, and walked them out of there.

  ***

  Nina

  I knew Matthias had enjoyed how my breath hitched when his hand slid over my neck as he helped me adjust a helmet in no need of adjustments. How a blast of heat had shot right through me when he pretended that I needed support in the lift queue and put an arm around me. And how I tilted my head slightly to the side when soft fingers caressed my ear as he pushed a few strands of hair out of my face. After a long day of being so horny I wanted to scream, he walked up to me and talked about playing, and I decided that enough was fucking enough.

  It was indeed time to start playing.

  We didn’t rush up to the hotel, though, and he stopped to wait for the elevator.

  “My room?” he asked and stepped to the side to let me enter first.

  “Okay,” I said, and added, “Except, do you have, you know?”

  “Have what?”

  He looked down on me with a grin that shared that he knew exactly what.

  “You know,” I repeated.

  “Nina,” he said, suddenly not laughing at me anymore. “We are both adults, and we’ve both had plenty of sex. Let’s not be embarrassed about it, okay?” He smiled crookedly and leaned in. “Yes, I have condoms.”

  I felt a little stupid because he was mostly right. I was fifty-one and should be
able to use the word condom. I had after all pushed back a blush and asked the goddamned kid in the drug store what to get, which had made him grin, but we’d also had a discussion about options which lasted for fifteen minutes and got me what I thought was a sensible middle of the road version. And some glow in the dark ones he’d assured me was what all guys his age bought to spice things up.

  Matthias hadn’t been entirely correct, though.

  “Not plenty,” I said with a pout, and what I hoped was a casual toss of my hair.

  “Huh?”

  “I haven’t had plenty of sex,” I clarified. “At least, not lately.”

  “We’ll work on that,” he murmured and pulled me closer. “And you know me,” he added. “I always work hard.”

  The last words were mumbled against my lips, and I could have told him that I did too, but he was kissing me, and I forgot everything except how his tongue was teasing mine and how his hands slid down to cup my behind.

  When we were in his room, he didn’t push me down on the bed to get things going but walked over to the kitchenette and swiftly produced a bottle and two glasses.

  “Prosecco?”

  I’d been a bit jittery, but when he offered my favorite wine and wiggled the glasses a little, I relaxed. It was Matthias, and we’d figure the whole sex thing out.

  “But, of course,” I said and couldn’t hold back a small giggle.

  His room was on the top floor and had a view over the mountain. It was dark outside, but I walked over to the window to watch the outline anyway.

  “Babe,” he murmured and handed me a glass. “Don’t be nervous.”

  “Okay,” I said and took a sip. “God, I love Prosecco.”

  “I know.”

  Matthias put an arm around my waist, so I leaned back slightly, and then we stood in silence for a while, watching the darkness and sipping our wine.

  “A long time ago, I used to love sex, Matthias,” I said quietly. “I wasn’t nervous or embarrassed about it, and I want to be that woman again.”

  “We’ll find her,” he murmured against my neck.

  I put the glass down on a small table next to me, turned slowly, and put my hand on his hips.

  “Can I give you that blowjob now?” I whispered.

  “Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “I really want you to.”

  Without another word, I moved his tee upward, and he helped me pull it off. Then I opened his belt, and the buttons in his jeans, and got down on my knees in front of him. He wore black boxer briefs, and a quiver went through me when I put my hand on the bulge.

  I remembered this, and yeah. I was pretty sure I still loved doing it.

  He was slightly bigger than what I’d envisioned in my fantasies, and already hard. I couldn’t hold back a smile when I took him in my hand and heard his breath stutter. Then I used my other hand to cup his balls, caressing gently.

  He made a low, growling sound, and I tilted my head back to look up at him. He was watching me, and the look in his eyes sent a shiver right through my pussy.

  “Matthias,” I murmured.

  Without letting go of his gaze, I trailed my tongue slowly along the length of him from base to tip.

  “Babe,” he breathed out, and when I closed my mouth around him, I smiled.

  He didn’t let me continue nearly as long as I would have liked, and put his hands on my cheeks, gently pushing me away.

  “What do you want?” he asked, and I raised my brows to indicate that I didn’t understand. “I’m gonna come in your mouth if you continue. If you want me inside when that happens, then you need to back off a little.” He grinned crookedly and added. “You’ll come either way.”

  I pursed my mouth as I pretended to contemplate my options, but that was all fake because having him inside me had featured in numerous fantasies over the past months, so I knew what I wanted.

  “You inside,” I said softly.

  “Let me undress you,” he murmured and pulled me to my feet.

  When we were naked, and on the bed, I reached for him, but he took hold of my hands and moved them toward the headboard.

  “I’m a little too close,” he said against my neck. “Hold on and let me play for a while.”

  Then he moved his hands and mouth over me until he was crouched between my legs.

  “Matthias,” I breathed out when he put his hands on my thighs and pushed them apart.

  “Come for me, baby,” he murmured against the inside of my leg. “Want to know what you sound like.” He slid his mouth closer to my pussy. “What you taste like.”

  “Yes,” I hissed when he started flicking his tongue over my clit hard and fast.

  Then he pushed two fingers inside and moved them at the same pace as his tongue, and I exploded. The orgasm kept pulsating through me, and he slowed down but didn’t stop touching me until I was whimpering softly.

  “Good?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” I said on an exhale, smiling into his soft eyes.

  “Good,” he repeated. “Gonna fuck you now, babe.

  “Please do,” I said and couldn’t hold a smirk.

  Matthias was on his knees between my legs when he rolled on the condom and the way his lean, strong body looked sent a wash of warmth through my pussy. He wasn’t heavily muscled and had told me that he’d inherited skinny-genes from his dad, but I still wondered how it was possible to have a visible six-pack at his age, which was my age and I did not have one.

  “Middle-aged horizontal okay with you or do you have other ideas?” he asked with a grin, and I couldn’t hold back a laugh.

  “We’ll save my ideas for another day,” I said and pulled him down toward me.

  His mouth was on mine when he slid inside, and I thought I knew what missionary would be like, but I didn’t. He started bucking his hips slowly and hit the same spot inside that his fingers had caressed earlier, and I moaned.

  “That’s it,” he murmured and started to move faster and harder.

  “Don’t stop,” I managed to say, even though he hadn’t slowed down.

  He kept pounding, and I wrapped my legs around him, which made him slide deeper.

  “So good,” he rasped out. “Fuck, it’s too –”

  He started moving jerkily and the hard, focused look on his face when his cock twitched inside me sent me straight into another orgasm, and I arched my back as it rushed through me.

  “So good,” he repeated and pushed deep with a low, outdrawn groan.

  It took a long time for my heart to beat in a regular rhythm, and I caressed his back while we came down. He moved his mouth lazily over my neck, and small shivers like an echo of my orgasm passed through me.

  Then he pulled out and rolled to his back, taking me with him, so I ended up on my side with my head on his shoulder.

  “You liked?” I asked.

  “Are you out of your mind?” he asked back, which I interpreted to mean that, yes.

  He had liked.

  “Then perhaps we can do that again some other time?” I asked and smiled up in his satisfied, happy face.

  “Imminently,” he said. “Let me just get rid of...” he waved his hand over his crotch, “I’m an old guy though, so I’ll probably need a little time to recuperate, but then we can get right to it.”

  I was still giggling when he walked off to the bathroom, and then he was back in bed again, pulling me to him, and I moved my hand over the smattering of hair on his chest. Then he yawned, and I wondered what the protocol was for situations like this.

  Was that his way of signaling that it was time for me to make myself scarce?

  “Do you want me to leave?” I asked and tried to move away, which made his arm tighten around me.

  “If you try, I’ll tie you to the bed so you can’t get away,” he said into my hair.

  Excellent. I hadn’t wanted to leave the warm, soft bed, or his arms, so I relaxed into him.

  “With what?” I asked

  “What?”

  “What would
you use to tie me up with?”

  I’d meant it as a joke, but a firm hand pushed at my jaw until I looked at him, and the soft and easy mood suddenly turned hot and heavy.

  “My tie,” he said.

  His voice was a deep rumble, and I felt a shiver run through me.

  “Okay,” I said.

  His face softened, and then humor bled into his eyes.

  “Don’t have a tie with me to the slopes, so we’ll do that when we’re back in the city instead.”

  “Okay,” I repeated.

  “You’re still not leaving,” he declared and settled back into the pillows.

  I curled into his side and put an arm over his chest, wondering if I’d manage to fall asleep when I hadn’t slept this close to anyone in many years.

  Then I closed my eyes and promptly drifted off.

  ***

  “These do look strange.”

  I winced and nodded, agreeing entirely with Peggy’s assessment. We’d gone through long and tedious lists of invoices, and I’d hoped that we’d finally find out that my hunch was wrong. I didn’t know the company that well, and there could be perfectly valid reasons for the unusual accounting of small invoices from three suppliers google had told me absolutely nothing about.

  “It could be nothing, though?” I asked. “The amounts are small.”

  “Small compared to the balances on our accounts,” Peggy countered. “I wouldn’t mind having that kind of cash in my own bank account.”

  Her eyes widened, and the look she gave me looked mostly like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar, something I’d seen plenty of times as my daughters grew up.

  “Peg,” I said with a chuckle. “I agree, and no, I don’t think you’ve pilfered.”

  She rolled her eyes and muttered something about how ordinary people didn’t use a word like pilfered, but I could tell that she was relieved.

  “I’ll talk to accounting, I have lunch with a couple of the ladies there sometimes,” she said. “I’ll pretend we’re just doing random audit checks or something.”

  “Okay. Should we tell George?”

  “Is it okay if we wait a while? I’d rather find out a bit more, and he’ll crap his pants if he hears about this and if it’s noth –” She cut herself off, and winced. “Damn. That was unprofessional of me. I shouldn’t have said that.”